Paper trees surrounding his world,
Lunacy camouflaged in his head,
Locks of failure on invisible doors,
Countless hearts pestled in his bed,
He carries the fog with every stride,
Hiding the void within his soul,
Holding up mirrors to deflect his lies,
His hope lit by broken bulbs,
Unhinged bindings of his book,
His life tattered by blurry words,
Bookmarks glued on fictional paths,
Where the truth can not be exposed.
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